She smiled and praised, "That's exactly it. Dad, you're so good at weaving. The sole is so thick, it must be soft to walk on. If you want to make it look nicer, you could also go to the riverbank and cut some green grass, let it dry, and roll it into thin cords. You could mix them in with this yellow straw to weave a pattern."
Mrs. Yang smiled and said, "They're just straw sandals for wearing barefoot around the house. You can't wear them out, so what's the point of weaving patterns into them?"
Zheng Changhe, however, said, "Juhua, if you want them to look nice, Dad will mix in some other colors for you. Even if you can't wear them out, it's still nice to look at them yourself, isn't it?" Her praise had filled him with enthusiasm.
Qingmu took the flip-flops, turning them over and over to inspect them. He praised, "This is much simpler. You don't have to pull at the heel, and they won't fall off. If we wore them to work in the fields, they'd be easy to take on and off."
